Esmeralda's heart skipped a little. Part of her wanted to see this man again outside the confines of the club, but she knew better than to just go about giving him her contact information. He sounded genuinely interested in her, for more than just her big boobs and flat tummy. She decided to get around this obstacle by meeting him.

"So what do you do for a living, Marek?" she asked. Maybe she could haunt his work, then approach him out there.

"Well actually I am Lawyer at a local firm. Managing Criminal suits usually." He said honestly. He didn't pay any attention to the fact she was probably trying to avoid his offer of meeting outside of the confines of the club. "I get paid for one of the only things I have ever cared about in this world; Law." He had no objections to telling Esmeralda anything she'd like to know about him.

Too broad. Esmeralda needed something more specific. "It must be a pretty big firm," she said. "Which one is it? One of the big international firms?" If she could at least have a name, she might be able look the address up on the internet. Then she could stake out the place and meet up with him after work. She herself could take the day off.

"Fair sized, I suppose. To be more specific it is Morgan Lewis & Bockius." He said matter-of-factly. He added a smile again with that. "Why do you ask?" Again a smile is on his face, genuinely interested in Esmeralda, and whatever it is she'd like to know about the lawyer.

"Just making conversation, you know," Esmeralda said. Then it occured to her Marek might not recognize her outside the strip club. Then she remembered the club did have an avenue for that many of her friends exploited to hook up with clients. "You know, our establishment does do house parties. You can even request a particular dancer. The calling cards are at the entrance." If meeting him like a civilized human being was impossible, Esmeralda could still set up a private meeting in a more intimate setting.

"Oh, is that so?" He remarked, a thoughtful look on his face. "That really does sound interesting. Perhaps I will take advantage of that. Calling cards are at the door, you say?" He had heard Esmeralda the first time, but he repeated in case there was anything else she had to add.

"Mmmhmmm," Esmeralda said with a smile. She glanced at the clock, discretely hidden out of the patron's view. "Time's up, Mr Marek. There are other guys out there who need some one-on-one." She was refering to her sister dancers and thier clients. Unfortunately, she was stuck here for another hour before her shift ended at midnight. She hoped it would pass quickly, so the next day she could see Marek again, in a better setting.

"Well thank you, Fantasia." Marek said with a smile, as he stood up. "Well perhaps we will meet up again, some time. He would then walk out towards the private room's door, and then out onto the main floor. He would make a point to ask about the calling cards that according to Esmeralda, were at the door. He would inquire about them before leaving the club.

The next hour flashed by so fast, Esmeralda was barely aware of it. She finished her dance rotation six minutes after midnight. She went back to her dressing room, and pulled a trenchcoat on over her bikini. She collected her cash, and headed out to her car. Albert, the bouncer escorted her. She drove home to her apartment, and arrived close to 12:30. As soon as she got home, she stuffed her money in her strongbox. She would count it in the morning. She took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and make-up from her body. Then she changed into her nightgown, and laid down in bed. As she waited for sleep to claim her, her thoughts drifted to Marek. She couldn't get over how dashingly handsome he was. And though he had gotten a little excited, he was still very much a gentleman. And he was so generous too - he didn't have to give her a whole wad of cash. She was just a lowly stripper. She wondered what he saw in her. For that matter, she wondered what she saw in him besides his rugged good looks, impecable manners, and deep pockets. Perhaps tommorrow, she'd find out.

Marek went straight home after the club. A very high end Condo on the other other side of town, with an ocean view. By the time he got in and settled, it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Long night, he thought. One thing remained on Marek's mind, that was Esmeralda and the apparent house parties the club organized. That intrigued Marek so. He could see Esmeralda again, after all, if he so chose. He kept thinking of her perfect body. Yes, he was a perfect gentleman, in his mind. But even so, she had an unbeliveable body; huge breasts, flat tummy, a perfect ten, Marek thought. He knew he couldn't take it, so immediately he reached for the calling card, and then shortly after; the phone.

The next morning, Esmeralda rose at 9, and started her day. First, after a light breakfast, she headed straight to her complex's recreation center to do excercises. She needed to maintain her flexibility, her flat tummy, and her curves. Next, she headed down to the beach to catch some sun for a few hours in nothing but her bikini. Finally, she returned to her flat to catch a quick nap before heading off to work. Only as she pulled her trenchcoat around her did she remember about Marek. She'd forgotten to look him up. She wondered if he had bothered to pick up a card and arrange a "party." He seemed like an intllegent guy, and if he really was in to her, he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get her one-on-one outside the club. She could only hope he really liked her that much.

Marek also woke a little early that day. As he woke up in his lonely bed, he turned to see the small digital clock on his nightstand which read 8:30. His usual time of awakening. He would then hop in the shower. As the hot water splashed over his head and trickled down the rest of his body, his thoughts were on the previous night; his thoughts were on Esmeralda. As he was sitting at the kitchen table a short time later, he remembered the calling card and figuring now was as good a time as any. He quickly picked up the phone, dialing the proper number.

"Congratulations, Esmeralda, you're finally doing a party," he said. "Some rich guy wants to give bachelor party for a friend. He has you booked solid until 4, when we close over here. I don't need to remind you of the rules: you go off the clock at 12, and you stay dry and clean. If we have to pay bail for you because you're wasted on crack, it comes out of your paycheck - if we don't fire you." He then gave her the address. "Ask for a man called Marek."

Esmeralda's heart leapt for joy. He had remembered. Now was her chance to really get to know him! She could hardly wait as she hurried back to the parking lot to head over to Marek's house.

Marek looked forward to the "party", all day. Though he couldn't help but continually think of the apparent age difference between himself and Esmeralda. He was going to have a few of the guys over, but that was primarily to keep up appearances. He didn't plan on sharing her attention, and everyone else knew that. There was to be a few women that they had invited there, as well. It wouldn't be too boisterous though, Marek would make sure of that. Again, he was dressed to impress. Black pants, and a light blue dress shirt, the top two buttons left undone. He anticipated the arrival of Esmeralda, which should have been any minute now.

Esmeralda was giddy with excitement when she arrived at Marek's condo. It was much bigger than her tiny flat, and actually had privacy. Her heart sank when she saw cars parked around the driveway. Apperenlty, he really was having a party. Perhaps she shouldn't have suggested arranging for a house call. She thought he'd be smart enough to see she was giving him a golden opportunity to have her to himself without the bounds of the strip club. She was willing to take that risk. Worst case scenario: gang rape/orgy, she thought with disgust. Still, she put on her cheerful stage face as she got out of the car and strutted up to the door. Tugging on her trench coat in case any of the neighbors were prudes, she rapped on the front door of the condo.

Marek was of course the one to answer the door. He was certain he knew what she was thinking as he answered the door. "Hello." He greeted with a smile. "Don't worry, it's just for show." He said with a wink. He had no intentions of being near the few party-goers. They'd be alone in a specific section of the house. As Marek intended, nobody else really paid attention of Esmeralda as he led her down a hallway, then down a flight of stairs. He led her to a room that resembled a rec room, a pool table to the right and a large 50 inch plasma television mounted on the wall. He chose this over the bedroom as to not give Esmeralda the wrong idea; it wasn't about sex. If it led there, fine, but its not all he was about. He invited her to sit on the couch that was placed in front of the television. He shut the door behind him and turned to a small bar counter which was stationed in the left corner of the room. "Drink?" He offered before anything else happened.

Esmeralda had been rehearsing a routine in her head when Marek answered the door and lead her into his man-cave. She didn't even have a chance to remove her trench coat. She felt a further sense of relief when Marek shut the door. She collapsed the couch, noting how soft and luxurious it felt - like everything else in the room. She also dropped all pretenses of "Fantasia". Tonight, she'd be just plain Esmeralda. She glanced at the time on her cell phone, still stowed in her pocket. It was 4:30. She'd have 12 hours alone with Marek. Maybe more since tonight was a Friday. She wanted to make the most of it.

"Just water is fine," she said. "I'm too young to drink, and asking for soda, well, that's just too juvenile."

"Alright then." He said, keeping that smile. Not surprisingly, he had some bottled spring water. As for himself, he had a bottle of Molson Canadian. He strolled over to her, and sat on the couch passing her the water. Without even thinking about it, he put his closest arm around her, hoping she wouldn't mind. He didn't know if she'd have a routine to go through or not, but he didn't care. He gave her another reassuring smile, looking into her eyes. "It really is nice to see you again."

"It's nice getting to meet you properly," smiled Esmeralda. She didn't mind the arm around her. No man had put thier arm around her since her father, and the last time he did that was when she was 10, before she started developing into a woman. She didn't think anything sexual of it. It was actually comforting, to some degree. "Is your name really Marek? It sounds - exotic."

"Yes, my name is indeed Marek. It's Polish, you know." He said matter-of-factly. "But the name you gave me. Fantasia. I know that's your stripper name, it's rather obvious. Makes sense though, don't give out any personal information to the would be perverts and whatnot. But would you mind actually telling me your name? If you are uncomfortable with that, I understand." He finished, trying to be reassuring.

Esmeralda smiled. "It's Esmeralda," she said. "And yes, that's my real name, not another stage name. I didn't want to come here as a stripper, I wanted to come as an ordinary girl meeting an ordinary guy. But I was at work last night, so I just wanted to make sure you were for real, not drunk and horny."

"Drunk and horny?" He repeated, sounding almost offended. "Not even." He continued. "I just needed to see you again, really. I'm glad to hear you didn't come as a stripper. Although I am a little surprised, to be honest. I didn't think you'd care for me all that much, due to where we met. I figure you meet guys like me all the time, pretending to be genuine. I'm not saying I was faking it, but that its probably an experience you've had time and again."

"I avoid meeting guys like that," Esmeralda said. "To be honest, you were my first private show. I was quite surprised. You were a perfect gentleman. I don't think you were pretending, not with that much money you were throwing around. You gave me more than I typically make in a week."

"Aw, money is no object to me." He said modestly. "So, what do you want to happen now?" He asked her honestly, as he turns his body slightly, able to face her more. A piercing gaze into her eyes, finding himself becoming more and more attracted to her with each passing second. He didn't want to jump the gun and make the first move, however. He wasn't sure where to take this, but what he did know was he couldn't afford to mess it up.

Esmeralda let herself blush. "I really don't know," she said. "You're really the first man who's seen me as a stripper and is too messed up on beer and lust to do anything except drool. And you're the first man who's seen me as a stripper who I feel comfortable being around."